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The R.I.P. Girls
bitched @ 11:56 a.m. on 12-04-03 Not quite sure what to say right now, I�m only writing right now because I want to fill up space so I have a new entry. I don�t want more �more� page on the fron because there�s nothing on it. Oh! Idea! I�ll just paste on of the dumb idea�s that went on in my head (keep in mind that it has Faith from Buffy, Antia Blake series and ideas from Amelia Atwater-Rhodes: You ever wake up and wonder what the hell went on the night before? You ever wake up to a strange figure lying beside you? You ever wake up and wonder where the hell you are? It�s alright if you haven�t, now everyone can be as perfect as me. My names Faith. No last name, just Faith. Less complications this way, helps keep the stalkers at bay ya feel? Last night must have been wild, judging from the scene around me. Bottles and cups are thrown everywhere and there�s a guy with strange tattoo�s lying beside me. The lights are out, but I know its daytime. The clock beside the bed reads 9:19, shit, I�m late for a Bruja meeting. Bummer, its not like they�ll miss me. Now if only I could get up� This guy�s got an arm wrapped possessively around my abdomen and he�s got a pretty harsh grip for even me to wiggle out of. NO use trying to sneak out the house, I shove him away and hop up out of bed to see that I wasn�t the only gal last night havin fun with this hunk. Her hair�s long and strawberry blonde, but it�s the way her head�s thrown back that doesn�t look too co-sure. Pulling on my clothes I walk over to examine her, yup� She�s dead. Wow, couldn�t handle the fun obviously. I check her neck for puncture wounds and sure enough she�s got two deep gashes. I glance at the form next to her and watch as he grins up at me, I snort and shake my head. He�s not on my list, so why bother? I gather the rest of my things and head towards the door of the bedroom, only to be stopped by last night�s boy toy. He pulls me back as if to say �going so soon?� and runs a delicate finger down my throat, a warning he thinks is intimidating me. I sigh, he�s barking up the wrong tree if he think I fear him or his kind. I�m not threatening you Faith� He says in my mind, I resist throwing up my mind shields as to not cause suspicion to the leech. Last night was� eventful, was it not? He kisses my neck, sucks on its skin and nibbles a bit. I jerk away. No free samples, you understand. I taunt him within my mind, knowing he�s heard me. I turn to face him and for a brief moment lose myself in the black pools of his eyes, no emotion, just pleasure. I can feel his aura wrap around my body, spinning circles inside my head. I can�t help but react by pulling up my mind shields, I slump into his arms in exhaustion. He�s stronger than he lead me on to believe, I struggle to catch my breath and shove him away. He chuckles lightly, �Didn�t dub you for mind shield capability.� He murmured. I roll my eyes, �Must have been some party for you to get past my radar.� He nods, amused, �Yes, some party indeed.� �What�s with all you old foogies, you all still talk like you�re in the 18th century, uh �helllooo, year 2003 soon to be 4. Get with the now buddy.� I turn my back on him, a very dumb idea but I�m irritated and hungry. I�m also tired as hell, it really must have been some damn night. Unfortunately I don�t remember a damn thing. �Alright, I�ll let you out into that bright and sunny day when you comply with my demand.� His hand rests lightly on the door before me, damn him. �And if I don�t?� I challenge, a slight tease in my tone. He chuckles, �Why, I�ll rip out your lovely throat my dear.� He then slides a sharp nail across my jugular for effect. I swallow and take a deep breath, feeling his power surge around me, covering me like a blanket. He wants to control me, he wants me to comply with his every wish, his every demand. I feel it, but I resist, not that it will do me any good. He must be around five hundred years old in order to make my knees weak. I nod. �Your friend, The Executioner, give her this message�� He whispers in my ear. Fear seeps out from my pours, I try to keep up my brave front, fear excites these bastards. That�s the last thing I need, to excite a powerful vampire who has woken into daylight. Contrary to popular belief vampires are very much awake in the day as they are in the night. They sleep when they sleep, just as they hunt when they hunt. Though the sun may drain them a bit, it�s not nearly enough for me to take this thing on. �What�s the messa- ahhh!� I scream, a hair curling scream of agony escapes my throat. My knees give way and I fall, his arms immediately goes to my waits, holding my neck in place �against is mouth. No glamour, no hint of ecstasy, no pleasure at all. Just pure and utter black pain. I ball my hands into fists, but my whole body is numb� his. A sudden wave of nausea passes by my brow breaks out into a sweat. He releases me, I fall over to the ground, slumping against the hardwood floor. He stands over me, licking his bloody lips clean, my blood. That fucker bit me, the slayer, he just bit- �The Slayer, yes, I know.� He smiles, leans over to my face, breathes in my scent, �I knew who you were the moment you walked into the party last night Faith, and I knew who sent you�� Anita� �Yes, and now that my message has been brought to attention, you may exit. But quickly slayer, you taste of pure life, passionate and true, I want another taste and I shall have it, but not today�� He kisses my lips tenderly, than he pulls me up off the floor to stand, �Run.� He whispers, his eyes suddenly glowing blue. I don�t stick around to chat. << | >> MOVED - 09-08-04 test - 08-18-04 Hola El Stupido - 06-09-04 Hola El Stupido - 06-09-04 Whoa Momma! - 05-24-04 Even OLDER... |